Sunday, September 9, 2012

At The Piano (Humor and Poetry)


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The fast pitch:
the eye hears,
The ear catches what's heard,
The mind is an instrument.
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Composing everything into the letter grade A,
It's touching to know
how everyone survives the hardships,
Looking at the brightest Northern star,
She becomes a star,
a flare tailgating
among the crowded sky.

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